Mayakovsky in Paris. Portrait in words.


«While they are boiling away, chirping in rhymes, some kind of brew from loves and nightingales, The street is writhing, tongueless - it has nothing to shout or talk with.»
— Mayakovsky
« Our strength is the truth, yours are the bells of laurels. Yours is incense smoke, ours is factory smoke. Your power is a chervonets, ours is a chervonets banner. We will take, occupy and win. »
— Mayakovsky

Mayakovsky looks at you as an ordinary person!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

— Born in Georgia, a vinar poet of the eras of late tsarism and early repressionism, all his life spraying hatred through all his “things” at all sorts of idiots. In addition to poetry, he even appeared in cinema.

[edit] Medical history

[edit] Before the revolution

« Mayakovsky emerges from the tavern, surrounded by a flock of girls. The girls begin to woo him: “Vladimir!” Is it true that you can compose a poem right off the bat, on the spot? - Certainly! - says the tipsy poet of the revolution, - Let's talk about it! - Well, you see, there’s a drunkard lying in a ditch. Mayakovsky, proudly straightening up, begins loudly: A Lifeless Body Lies On Our Life Path. Voice from the Ditch: Well, what do you care? Go fuck your whores! Mayakovsky: - Come on, girls, this is Yesenin. »
— Folklore
« Mayakovsky comes out of the tavern to vomit into the Neva, but finds himself surrounded by a flock of girls. The girls begin to woo him: “Vladimir!” Is it true that you can compose a poem right off the bat, on the spot? - Go fuck yourself! - says the tipsy poet of the revolution, - And there is no topic - what am I going to write for you about? - Well, you see, along the Neva - a boat is sailing, and there’s a man on it. Mayakovsky, straightening up with difficulty, gloomily and loudly says: Hey! Man on a boat! Swim to the motherfucker!!! »
— Folklore

Hatred!
What did Mayakovsky do before the revolution? And before the revolution, Mayakovsky was an intellectual. Well, only this, his own, Mayakov style.

It all started in 1912, when the manifesto of Futurism, released in 1909 by the racial Italian versifier Filippo Marinetti, finally reached this country. A bunch of young people with a thirst for fame quickly realized that in this way they could assert themselves by trampling the classics and “old” (in short, all) art into the dirt. At first they turned to painting (a kind of deviant art of their time), but somehow it didn’t quite work out, and then the Russian futurists - Burliuk, Khlebnikov, Kruchenykh, their name is legion - went headlong into painting.

And thus, in order to attract attention, the futurists and Mayakovsky in particular resorted to literary trolling. Since these Internets of yours did not exist then, I had to troll live, with all sorts of “slaps in the face to public taste.” Norot was unafraid back then and avid for trolling. The commoners, like flies, flocked to the yellow jacket and symbolic spitting in the audience, and the literary elite was vomiting hatred in the media. Which, in fact, was what was required, and the futurists caught the lulz for some time and published.

Then suddenly the First World War came, and it turned out that in the new conditions trolling was somehow no longer tempting. The then writers en masse began to have a creative frenzy. In a not very FGM form - and Mayakovsky. He got into word creation. Obviously, this activity somehow influenced his language - he had previously piled such participial phrases from metaphors into each stanza that when reading on stream, people simply blew away the parser, and now all sorts of “mocking” and “December” were trampled into his lines. And Mayakovsky saw in himself a kind of prophet, called to announce to the inhabitants (well, he loved this word) about the approach of the Great I-don’t-understand-what.

However, even before this, in 1913, notes of such conceit appeared in the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”, in which, oddly enough, he played the main role named after himself. And in 1915, Vladim Vladimych wrote a vinar poem “A Cloud in Pants” (originally “The Thirteenth Apostle”, which seems to hint at the author’s ChSV), slightly less than completely dedicated to his beloved, in which he expressed his position as a militant 22-year-old fable: “You are all ordinary people, and I am d’Artagnan.”

We, the hefty ones, with a fathom's stride, should not listen, but tear them apart - them, stuck with a free supplement to every double bed! <…> It doesn’t matter that Homers and Ovid don’t have people like us; from soot in smallpox. I know that the sun would darken if it saw the gold mines of our souls!

Then, of course, critics came up with the idea that he actually did not despise books at all, and did not call for Mondays and Tuesdays to be stained with blood on holidays, and “Mary, give!” - This is not a manifestation of spermotoxicosis. This is all true, a metaphor and trolling, but in fact he was white and fluffy back then. However, mutually exclusive paragraphs in the style of “they can’t, but I, a winrary, can” are present in almost all of Mayakovsky’s creative works.

I am in Paris. I live like a dandy. I have up to a hundred women. My dick, like a plot in a legend, passes from mouth to mouth.
The verse is attributed to Mayakovsky, despite the completely atypical syllable

Pretentious ROSTA Windows are pretentious!
Hence the authors of Zeitgeist freely stole the image of “Planet in a Cage”! Many are very pleased with Mayakovsky’s attitude towards children, which he expressed in the poem “A few words about myself.”

I love watching children die. Have you noticed the hazy wave of laughter behind the melancholy trunk? And I - in the street reading room - so often leafed through the volume of the coffin.

And these lines are especially pleasing to those slapped with culture, for whom “a chamomile is a blotter” is poetry.

Moreover, those who are only capable of wiping their ass, which they sit in front of monitor screens all day long, with this blotting cloth, and then showing it to everyone, stirring it in some “public toilet” like this article and saying: “Look, how I messed up! Lapota!

And do you consider yourself originals? Creatives? - You are secondary, easy to predict. Mayakovsky foresaw this and wrote that

I, ridiculed by today's tribe, like a long obscene joke, see time moving through the mountains, which no one sees.
"A cloud in pants"

[edit] And after

Yeah, these guys!
In “The Cloud,” Mayakovsky wrote with rapture how “the sixteenth year is coming in the crown of thorns of revolutions.” And the sixteenth year simply treated him like a swine: he took it and ran away without a crown. But the year 17 suddenly became the crowning glory of revolutions, and so much so that we are still working through it. (there should be a picture with one funny old man planting an atomic bomb under the Russian village)

Mayakovsky was only happy. By that time, he was already tired of hating everything in general, and the appearance of class enemies finally made it possible to hate something specific. And Ostap suffered, in the style of “I’ll kill everyone - I’ll be the only one left!” (see “150,000,000”). In the end, Lenin himself came to his senses, and the tireless destroyer of everything old was voluntarily and forcibly, by not publishing, asked to moderate his ardor. Which he eventually did, but he continued to kick for a long time.

When Mayakovsky’s r-r-revolutionary futuristic impulse passed, it suddenly became clear that there was, in fact, a civil war all around, and even far from the fronts, the new authorities had successfully fucked up all the polymers. And agitprop went into overdrive: the epic posters “Windows of ROSTA”, ditties for the Red Army soldiers, “we say Lenin - we mean the party...” However, no, this last one appeared already in 1924, when everything more or less settled down and Mayakovsky and the group “Lef” switched their attention to an endless flame with insufficiently left pacers.

In general, the years 1923-1928 turned out to be fun. Mayakovsky also butted heads with critics, who kept insisting that the worker-peasant masses were undermining him, but he said that, on the contrary, he was read, loved, and, in general, people loved him. I went to Yusland, where I saw the exploitation of the working masses, as well as many positive aspects, and, among other things, had a daughter. He went to Paris, brought his personal car and dug up a personal driver in this country, which caused shit to boil among the very masses who accused him, and not without reason, in mutually exclusive paragraphs. Mayakovsky brought himself a Renault car from Paris. The proletarian poet Demyan Bedny, having learned about this, venomously asked at the meeting: “So now, then, will you drive a personal car?” To which Mayakovsky answered without embarrassment: “In your opinion, it’s better to be like you - at the government level?”

In the end, V.V. again suddenly realized that he was “to the left of Lef” and left his fellow futurists, like Kolobok from his grandfather. In 1929, on the remains of Lef, he organized Ref, who subjected him to an unrestricted purge, but after a few months he left it, joining instead the Association of Proletarian Writers. He had such a need to join everything (by the way, he also joined the party, but at the age of 15 and, having served time for his convictions, he quickly left).

At the same time, he gradually, like Stirlitz, began to vaguely understand that something was wrong with the new government. And fell into satire. The plays “Bedbug” and “Bathhouse” appeared with vinar antagonists - the glamorous pussycat Prisypkin and the office plankton Pobedonosikov. People suddenly didn’t grab it, and the General Repertoire Committee completely banned the plays. Mayakovsky was offended.

The last year, 1930, turned out to be a complete mess. The payers loyal to him (and them) broke away, he failed the exhibition, they began to cut him out of the media, and at his speeches he himself trolled everyone, and suddenly the masses began to troll him. And then there’s the departure of Brikov and Polonskaya. In the end, the comrade fell into depression and died from life, in a very original way and with a touch of tragedy - he shot himself in the heart [1], before writing a note: “Don’t gossip. The dead man didn't like it." And five years later, Stalin came to his senses (Lilya Brik advised him in her letter) and most eminently declared him the poet of all times and peoples, and they erected more than 9,000 monuments to him and taught him in schools until he was blue in the face. Only not the Mayakovsky who lived, but the one invented by agitprop.

I'd

The monument is placed according to rank during life. I would lay down dynamite - come on, bastard! I hate all kinds of dead things! I love all kinds of life!

Yubileiny

So that.

[edit] Bricks

The poet's personal life is especially interesting. He especially loved to fuck Lilya Brik... And, as she herself writes, in front of her husband, and vice versa. It is not clear what kind of exhibitionism/voyeurism this trio was into. This rigmarole lasted until 1932, when Brik divorced Osip.

Brief biography of Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky


Vladimir Vladimirovich was born back in 1893 in Georgia in the village of Bagdati, which in Soviet times was renamed Mayakovsky - in honor of the great genius who was born here.
Vladimir’s father was an ordinary forester and did not particularly stand out among other men in his profession, but the poet’s mother came from a family of Kuban Cossacks and was not only incredibly beautiful, but also a rather powerful woman. The poet had a fairly large family - two beautiful sisters and two brothers, but, unfortunately, both Mayakovsky brothers died at a fairly early age, still in childhood.

Mayakovsky successfully studied at the gymnasium in Kutaisi - the boy was fluent in the Georgian language and learning was a pleasure for him. Here he actively took part in all revolutionary movements, loudly expressed his point of view and supported new movements.

In 1906, real great grief came to the family - by an unfair accident, Vladimir Mayakovsky's father died - he pricked his finger while sewing important papers and developed blood poisoning, which turned out to be incompatible with life. It was after this that Vladimir Vladimirovich avoided sharp objects all his life and was madly afraid of such infection - the truly absurd death of his father affected him so acutely.

That same year, the family had to move from Kutaisi to unfamiliar and distant Moscow - the mother of the family decided that it would be better this way. But she did not take into account the fact that living in a completely foreign city with three children is very difficult and expensive - all the time the family lived in poverty, and Vladimir was even expelled from the educational institution for non-payment.

It was in Moscow that Mayakovsky met his first seriously revolutionary comrades, and to a greater extent shared their views, attended serious events and was interested in all the unrest among the working class. Here he writes his first revolutionary poems, which in the future he himself calls ugly.

Mayakovsky got into trouble with the law with enviable regularity - in his youth he was arrested three times, but was released either due to lack of evidence, or because at that time he was still a minor and could not independently answer for his actions.

In 1911, Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, with the help of a friend, discovered a new creative ability in himself - he became seriously interested in painting and drew everything he saw around him, and he was excellent at drawing. Almost immediately, the poet enters an art school, and he enters without a certificate of trustworthiness and without any documents confirming the ability to pay for tuition.

At the same time, the poet met poets and joined one of the new poetic movements of that time - it was during this period that Mayakovsky became a cubo-futurist and discovered new turns, rhymes and possibilities.

Mayakovsky begins to perform. He is not at all afraid of either the public or the dissatisfied exclamations of some spectators - the poet boldly and openly expresses his point of view, and takes more and more liberties from the stage. On stage there are peculiar “battles” with other poets, including Yesenin, where Mayakovsky also expresses himself quite boldly and is not shy about heated words.

In 1913, Mayakovsky began publishing his works in publishing houses, and then a completely new period began in his life. Finally, the poet is heard and can convey to the people exactly what he considers necessary. The poet's poems are published in periodicals, almanacs and futuristic newspapers - this is a real triumph.

Mayakovsky is a comprehensively developed personality. It is not surprising that the poet discovers new talents in himself with enviable regularity. Literature and painting did not become the limit for the poet - now the time has come to take up drama, which the poet has done superbly. He not only created scripts and works, but even staged them himself, and subsequently made short films with his own participation - all this speaks of Mayakovsky as a personality with a capital P, despite all the difficulties of his character.

Mayakovsky's activities, his public speeches and participation in various political events became the reason that Vladimir and his comrades were expelled from the educational institution without the right to appeal the verdict.

[edit] Famous quotes

Pron authored by Mayakovsky in collaboration with Rodchenko detected

  • Are you in a good mood? You have bad information!
  • Eat pineapples, chew hazel grouse - your last day is coming, bourgeois!
  • There haven’t been and still aren’t better nipples - I’m ready to suck until I’m old.
  • Before going to the bride, visit the rubber trust.
  • I take it out of my wide trousers...
  • I would have learned Russian just because Lenin spoke.
  • Could you play a nocturne on a drainpipe flute? Performed by the author...
  • %username%, man and steamship - on behalf of the poem “To Comrade Nette, steamship and man.”
  • What is good and what is bad?
  • I say to myself: Comrade Muscovite, Ukraine is no laughing matter.
  • My police are protecting me.
  • There are a lot of plans.
  • Weighty, rough, visible.
  • The love boat crashed into everyday life.
  • Your son is perfectly ill.
  • Don't move your lower bust.
  • There are 700 people on deck, the rest are blacks.
  • Your word, Comrade Mauser!
  • What other people's mouths took, don't take into your own!
  • Listen! After all, if the stars light up, does that mean someone needs it?
  • And then the Steam Locomotive comes out!
  • The white one eats a ripe pineapple, the black one eats rotten pineapple.
  • I would go to %professionname% - let them teach me!
  • So life will pass, just as the Azores passed...
  • We say (this), we mean (that), we say (that), we mean (this).

[edit] Not him

  • Drygonozhestvo and hand-waving. (erroneously attributed to Mayakovsky, by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky)
  • Do you love roses? And I shit on them! (Also attributed to Mayakovsky, but written, apparently, by Kruchenykh)
  • If only we could make nails out of these people, there would be no stronger nails in the world (in fact, N. S. Tikhonov “The Ballad of Nails”)

[edit] Obscene poems

Typically!
On the Internet, almost all obscene poems are attributed to Mayakovsky, if they are written with even the slightest interruption in rhythm. The Internet is so littered with these verses that it is often impossible to find the original source.

I'm lying on someone else's wife, the blanket stuck to my ass. I am churning out footage for the country in spite of bourgeois Europe.
the real author is most likely Oleg Grigoriev
I don’t dislike my wife, And I will never leave her. It was me who became bad, I took her who was good.
Also Oleg Grigoriev. Not obscene, but always attributed to Mayakovsky, who was not even married
Do you love roses? and I shit on them! The country needs steam locomotives, we need metal! Comrade, don’t groan, don’t groan! Don't pull the reins! If you fulfilled the plan, send everyone to hell; if you didn’t fulfill it, go to hell yourself.
in fact, apparently, Alexey Kruchenykh. The same thing is often attributed to Yesenin, in the edition of “Don’t grieve, dear, and don’t gasp”
Worker! Working during the day. And especially at night. Remember! Even if you tear your ass to shreds and get injured... A bourgeois penny is worthless. Human life is priceless!
anonymous kagbe reminds about safety precautions
We, onanists, are broad-shouldered guys! You can't lure us with a meaty tit! You can't seduce us with your pussy's hymen! Finished with the right, work with the left!!! ... Hey, onanists, shout “Hurray!” - the fucking machine is set up, any hole is at your service, even the keyhole!!!
Clearly not him
Not those whores who give us to fuck in front and behind for the sake of bread, God forgive them! And those whores - lying, sucking money, not giving fuck - these are real whores, their mother!
Ivan Barkov collection “Girl’s Toy”

Mayakovsky. Poems without censorship

The Silver Age was famous for its scandalous poets - this time was filled with the spirit of freedom and adventurism, everyone was in anticipation of a better life, a new, bright world in which everything would not be the same as it was before.
Mayakovsky was no exception - everyone knows how many revolutionary and protest works he wrote, how many slogans and appeals he wrote for the party, and how he treated politics. But it was not only politics that forced Mayakovsky to protest and speak out. For example, the poet could not express himself clearly in poems “to order,” and he had to pour out all his thoughts and torments literally “on the table.” The poet’s obscene poems were not published and were under no circumstances included in his collections - none of these poems simply would have passed censorship, and Mayakovsky would have been subjected to repression. However, such poems by Mayakovsky were quoted and everyone knew them. He could use obscenities during his speech, he could rudely scold his opponent - Vladimir Vladimirovich was not at all afraid of the consequences and said what he considered necessary.

Times have changed, and fans of the poet’s work today quote the poet’s funniest and most frank poems with might and main. It is surprising that Mayakovsky even included abusive expressions in his poems in such a way that they looked not only harmonious, but even pleasant.

It is interesting that in most cases, even the poet’s obscene poems had a peculiar reference to politics. For example, lines from his uncensored work: “... but we don’t complain - we make communists, in spite of bourgeois Europe!”

Mayakovsky was able to turn a Russian mat into a work of art. Perhaps this is another manifestation of his versatile personality - it is clearly noticeable that the poet could be in love and flexible, or he could riot with rhyme so that the listeners simply shuddered in surprise, but could not move from how harmoniously, beautifully and subtly Mayakovsky rhymed the words , and mate was no exception.

[edit] Memeticity

N E T Mayakovsky and his fucking dog
If we leave aside the children of the Soviet Union and their enthusiastic admiration for the “singer of the revolution,” then for modern people Mayakovsky is known:

  • poems "ladder"™. He himself, in the article “How to Make Poems,” claimed that he breaks the lines so that it is clear where to pause when reading. According to the cynical point of view, he was trying to increase the fee for poems that were paid line by line. However, Captain Obvious states that he did split the lines from the very beginning, long before this revolution of yours, line-by-line payment and in general. Also, they say that Mayakovsky didn’t know punctuation well, which is why he invented the ladder (if you go to the Mayakovsky Museum and read his personal correspondence, you can make sure that he didn’t know punctuation well, but didn’t know it at all. Or he simply didn’t use it) . However, one thing does not interfere with another or a third;
  • the loud manner of reading them (in fact, he read them in a normal voice, but what is, that is - few can guess from the recording that the author reads the poems personally);
  • post-creotic praise of the revolution and the Soviet system;
  • vintage children's poems “Horse-fire”, “Who should I be?” and “What is good...”;
  • epic self-sawing at the age of 37. (spoiler:
    Since the pistol was his personal “Browning”, and the bullet was the kind that is loaded into a “Mauser”, there were persistent rumors that it was successfully transcribed by the NKVD / a separate raincoat. And there is only one solution: the Mauser cartridge is an enhanced version of the Browning , the caliber and cartridge case are the same. I also had access to a shooting range with a Mauser through friends.
    )

Mayakovsky and Brik


1915 changed everything for Vladimir Mayakovsky.
He turned his life upside down. He made him fall in love like a boy, write notes of gratitude and experience the real pangs of love. It was this year that Mayakovsky considered a year of change for himself. This year Mayakovsky met Lilya Brik. The poet's creativity developed rapidly. He performed more and more, and at one of his performances he met Lilya Brik and her husband. Even then, Brik drew attention to the brave and caustic poet, who was not shy in his expressions. Brik did not hide the fact that Mayakovsky’s love, which the married Lilya knew very well, gave her pleasure and even amused, but they both knew that they would not succeed in anything other than this untouched love.

At the same time, Mayakovsky began to write with frank obscenities - an interesting combination of tender confessions to Lilichka and rude, insanely vulgar, bold and frank works - all this once again emphasized how versatile Mayakovsky was.

[edit] Imitations and parodies

Never!

On to the squash! I have no tears! I couldn't watch! They brought it! Jew-Masons! Russian vegetable! Zucchini!

Kaganov

In addition, he was scattered with quotes, ICHSH, which in our time are mostly ironic. Wide leg pants alone have been parodied over 9,000 times:

I take it out of the wide trousers, the Frenchman takes it out of the narrow ones. Look, Shirak citizen, don’t provoke the Russians!
KVN, Pyatigorsk
I take out from my wide trousers some garbage of an incomprehensible color. Look, envy me, I am a citizen whose State does not exist.
Generated in sracha after the appearance of LPR passports

Other parodies are dedicated to the spirit of Mayakovsky’s harsh masculinity:

What can you get out of wide trousers? Your dick or your Soviet passport?! Look, envy: I am a citizen, And my dick is very weighty! I can break bricks with my dick and carry heavy weights for them! I can fuck and jerk for hours! I am the most masculine in the world!
First
Ass meter by meter, In the grocery store. I would have a kilometer long dick right now, I would give her pleasure. A woman with an ass meter by meter, located like a food stall, I would give her pleasure, If I had a x-th kilometer.) I love women in white, But what's the difference? You put her doggy style against a tree - AND IN THE ASS! AND IN YOUR ASS!!!
"Red mold". You will still laugh, but on the Internet this is already attributed to Himself
The little son came to his father, And the little one said: “It would be nice to have a nanny right now!” - “Yes, son, not bad!”
I take out from my wide trousers (And everyone shouts to me “What are you doing, citizen?!”) something that looks like the barrel of a tank) (Dick is longer than a fire hose) (Dick is as thick as the barrel of a tank) (The size of a tin can) (Dick is as thick as a three-liter a jar) (A little shorter than a fire hose) (A little thicker, longer than a fire hose) A stick the size of a tin can. Look! Envy! I am a citizen! And not some citizen!
I take it out of my wide trousers Not for the sake of stupid masturbation. Look! Envy! I am a citizen of the Russian fucking Federation!
I take out a duplicate of the priceless cargo from my wide trousers. I'm proud of him, I'm glad, I'm his master - a hairy, fat belly!
Darth Herohito. "Poems about the belly"

And later, such parodies became such an eyesore for everyone that parodies of parodies began to appear:

I take out a tin can from my wide pants!

Poems “under Mayakovsky” had a certain popularity on Dvacha:

Do you consider yourself

So awesome? Fuck Dvacha! Fast! Decisively! Don't post crap, don't whine and don't groan! Fast! Happy Dvacha! Decisively! Fuck it!

Reviews: 65

The poems are unusual, complex) but I understand Mayakovsky. When emotions are over the edge and you want to say something so clearly and strongly in words, then swearing is used. Strengthening and the ability to attract the reader to the identified problem. And what is it worth to “you” :)) a classic, no less

Paint sister talent

How did I get here? I'm in a * ue... I was just scrolling through memes and here this... Cool....

The poems turned out to be kind, and most importantly COMMUNIST, I wish the author all the best

Mikhail, unfortunately, the author hasn’t cared for a long time

Good poems, and most importantly - Orthodox. I wish the author health and more years of life

You are not an uncle, you are a boy. Mayakovsky died long ago. May the kingdom of heaven be upon him.

Mikhail Tupa wrote a post-ironic comment. But someone thought that this was not rofl

Was this what they gave us at school? Why were you, communists, silent? I believed in pure Mayakovsky! And he ended up with dirt.

The guy died...knowing that he could not become a prince!

Mayakovsky captivated me!

This is not Mayakovsky, but a popular imitation of him. Cool, but fake

His poems reflect life, and in many ways they are relevant. After all, the basic principles of life are still the same. Only technological progress makes some additions, but otherwise everything is the same: lies and honesty, betrayal and loyalty, cowardice and fearlessness.

La, Askar, don’t open Ulansha, and you’ll still have to answer for Lermontov

You haven’t read the secret notes of A.S. Pushkin yet))

The poems are gorgeous, Mayakovsky’s flight of thought tells about the highest

May God grant happiness and much health to Mayakovsky

These are the poems that you really want to learn

The poems are so hot-tempered

What kind of nonsense was attributed to Mayakovsky about onanists? They concocted it themselves and attributed it to Mayakovsky.

This is just your opinion, Vadim. Or is there more detailed information?

Your poems are good, Vladimir. Very vital. I hope to hear new works from you. Come to Naberezhnye Chelny, I'm looking forward to it!

Hmm yeah. I am amazed. No, I liked Mayakovsky’s poems even at school. I'm amazed by something else. I won’t be surprised that in subsequent comments someone will ask Mayakovsky for a link to a page on social networks or something like that.

Someone post a link to Mayakovsky’s Instagram, I want to personally express my respect to him

He performed at our club last year. The entire regional center applauded.

Of course, I understand that young people don’t care! But damn it, the idea must be that V. Mayakovsky died in 1930. Attention! Who has trouble with mathematics, as well as with history and literature! 90 years ago!

What wonderful poems! God bless the author with all the best! We look forward to new works. Don't abandon this matter, Vladimir.

Konstantin, I doubt that these lines belong to Mayakovsky, given that he, on the contrary, supported the working class.

Askar, you are wrong, Mayakovsky is not dirty, we all swear in this life, he is also a human being. and what is good and what is bad, the little son asked, etc. and so on. he's Mayakovsky

How far have we lived? Read the biography, then write reviews, he is gone, he died.

You are all lying... he lived, he is alive, he will live!

Lord... there are so many stupid people here...O_O

I sit and read your comments, no, you are not any proletarians. You, critics, yes, definitely critics of the revolution, you... fuck all of you, contrary to the laws and the constitution

The poems are beautiful, it’s a pity that Mayakovsky is not there....

The little son came to his father and the little one asked: Dad, would it be okay to have a nanny? - Yes, son, not bad!

Nowadays, we read Mayakovsky’s poems, they enlighten our minds, our spirit and present the opportunity to learn to fantasize! Since these poems are on the site, please provide a link to the page of this wonderful poet. Long life to you, Vladimir. Now shoot him to hell

To understand, you have to love.

Dear commentators, thank you very much for the pleasure! Great site, respect!

Of course, I understand everything, but why write something like “long life” or ask for his link on social networks... in my opinion this is stupid

Nikitos, there is neither a coffin nor Volodya, everything is decay

Yes, education is at its best, people don’t even know who Mayakovsky is and that he has been dead for a long time, I’m shocked by the comments.

Penelope, maybe you will understand that this is a joke? I wish you a sense of humor

This is the poet. These are the words. I wish the author all the best, happiness, health, love and most importantly, of course, health. Let him write and not give up his work. And give me a link to his haircut, I want to see how he writes everything online)) And help with a donation.

The author has not posted poetry for a long time. Did you give up? Maybe he puts it in the cart somewhere, hmm?

Attention, who has trouble understanding sarcasm here? All the comments about the “author of inspiration” and “we expect more similar poems from him” are a joke of humor, calm down!! We all know that he died 9000 years ago.

Mayakovsky is simply a genius of that time.

All these lumpen revolutionaries are in the oven. And he wrote to both yours and ours, so that he himself would not be shot by the poor people of 17

But at school they don’t tell us this; it makes for an interesting comedy.

Interesting lines, I hope the author will surprise us with his creativity

Critic, how old are you? Mayakovsky died almost 100 years ago.

Thank you all for giving me such pleasure, I haven’t laughed to tears in a long time

The poems are good, like hammering nails! I read a couple at home on Sunday evening!!

Not beautiful! At all. Nothing is sacred. Why, tell me? If you want to write obscenities, leave it in your desk. I don’t need this shit. Yes, we study his good works at school. And this is not art. Once again - why? And so my whole life was laid out...

I am shocked by the comments praising this pseudo-poet. How can you admire such a demo? “Complicated” and “deep” poems... are you out of your mind? He swears stupidly, and you admire... and the main thing is that the majority are admired. Where is the world heading?

Can anyone tell me when his city tour is? I'm really looking forward to it!

Did you think I died, 90 years ago, of course not, soon I’ll have a new poem on my instagram, by the way, I’m thinking of making a feature with Morgenstern

when you want to joke at a level where post-irony borders on outright silliness, and you morally do not allow yourself to do so.....

I told him at school, they gave me 2, and they also called the parents.

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[edit] The first punk

Advice Mayakovsky

— And now I want to read to you my translation of a poem by a Russian poet who was a “punk” of his time. Maybe the first “punk” in general... He was a very cool man... The audience, intrigued by the unusual message, became a little quiet. — Vladimir Mayakovsky’s poem “Left March!” - Ashbury straightened his cap and got the hang of it...
story by E. Limonov “The First Punk”
Turn around in the march, Verbal slander has no place! Quiet, speakers! Your word, Comrade Mauser! [2] Enough to live by the law given by Adam and Eve! Let's drive the nag of history! Left! Left! Left!
"Left March"

[edit]Also

  • The left march was introduced by Grob (“KGB Rock”). And in general, Letov has a lot of lines from Mayakovsky. Also, Letov’s famous song “Self-Recusal” is about him.
  • The “March”, set to music, was what the pioneers tried to prepare for the performance in the most popular Soviet film “Welcome, or No Entry to Outsiders.” However, they were stopped by the evil camp director.
  • And this is how the Aryans from the GDR sang “Left March”.
  • In Moscow, opposite the lair of Bloody Gabnya (Lubyanka), there is the Mayakovsky Museum. It’s also funny to feel a slight break in the pattern due to the impossibility of getting to the second floor of the museum except along the route first-fourth-third-second. This problem is a hint from the museum’s organizers about the poet’s personal and creative life: a sharp rise and subsequent fall. Also in the museum is the poet’s room, from which he went to the next world. You can take a virtual walk through the museum here.
  • The group Eshelon has a song “Left March” with these lyrics
  • VIA Pesnyary has the greatest art-rock album “At the top of my voice” [3]

Yegorushka also mourns for Mayakovsky

  • The well-known group “Spleen” set to music the poem “Lilichka! (instead of a letter)”, ChSKH, it didn’t turn out so bad.
  • The Lomonosov Plan group recorded an entire album dedicated to “A Cloud in Pants.”
  • The Last Tanks in Paris also marked the setting of verse to music, using the poem “To you”, in the Live versions changing “lieutenant” to “contract soldier” and “Northerner” to “Rosenbaum”. Presented as “a song about the war in Chechnya.”
  • The group “Optimal Variant” has a winar song “Paris”. French flair and ribbed verses by Mayakovsky are included.
  • The punk band “Red Stars” epically beat “But still.”

[edit] Links

  • Mayakovsky in English
  • At the beginning of “perestroika”, Yuri Karabchievsky’s book “The Resurrection of Mayakovsky” was published, harshly mocking Mayakovsky. A fact is a fact - after a few years, Karabchievsky, as well as Mayakovsky, sawed himself out. And for the same reasons: because of depression and difficult family circumstances.
  • Bashorg also remembers Mayakovsky: in the quotation book and the top of the abyss.
  • V. V. Mayakovsky, “Naval Love”, poetry-podcast
  • Rap “From Mayakovsky” performed by Naum Blik
  • The CD “Live Mayakovsky” was also released, prepared by “Live Radio” and the Antrop studio.
  • Website of the Mayakovsky Museum in Moscow

[edit] Notes

  1. Although it is very difficult for a left-handed person to shoot himself in the heart, but he could very well shoot himself in the head, as Kabe hints
  2. Converted by Internet users into “your word, fellow browser.”
  3. https://www.vma-pesnyary.com/programs/vovesgolos.php
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Mayakovsky. Memento mori.

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